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REALLY SO WHAT
What A Time

MY FAMILY

I also tried selling ‘Spudpnuts’, a sugar dipped donut, like
Krispy-Kreme, a couple of times. They were really good, but I
wasn’t so hot at it either, and had to be bailed out, because I
couldn’t pay for the ones I’d eaten.

After meticulously building an airplane model he would take it
to the playground near the tennis courts. There the baseball
diamond was perfect to launch and fly his planes. He would
set up the line and controls, start the engine and run out to the
pitchers mound where he would control the plane. Meanwhile
I would hold the plane down until he signaled to let it go. I
was his helper.
I’d say landing took more skill than taking off. However, if he
pulled back too hard on the take off the plane would go up
sharply. The next move would tell if he could recover or it
would noise dive into the dirt. Too much down draft and it
was over. The plane would crash. Wings and tails could be
broken, and often the prop would go.

Landing was more difficult. After a clean flight, circling until
either dizzy or out of fuel bringing the plane in for a smooth
landing was tough. Alternative landings included the good
news. Gradually lowering the plane until the rubber wheels
rolled along the infield. Coming down a little too hard and
bouncing along, but not tipping over. Running out of gas,
made landings a little easier as the plane didn’t want to keep
going.

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